These are the short stories of Noah and Kipper.
Two little boys with big personalities.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Mr. Masseuse

So much has changed since I last wrote. The seasons, my job, where
I live, my weight (not for the better), Brent and I celebrated 13 years of
marriage and my
kids have celebrated birthdays.

Noah is a big 3rd grader, who likes a girl. Word on the street,
she has nice handwriting and a 6.1 reading level.

Kipper is in 1st grade and has been missing his front teeth for a months and has developed a love for country music. Seriously, where did
this kid come from?

While so much has changed, so much is the same. And by that
I mean my
kids' ability to test my parental skills in public still
exist and is going strong.

Most Sundays, when we aren't traveling the Southeast playing
soccer, I willtry tovisit my grandmother. Usually, it's me, my
mom, my aunts, my cousins and my uncle, sitting around the
table, drinking coffee and eating whatever sweet, fattening thing one of us has
brought over.

Noah and Kipper usually tag along, and spend time with their
cousins. But one Sunday, Noah saw this as an opportunity to make a buck, or two
or seven!

Here's how. I've taught Noah how to massage shoulders.
And, I don't mean any old massage – he is actually pretty good. This particular Sunday, Noah decides to show off his masseuse skills by massaging everyone's
shoulders for three minutes for a dollar. (Did I mention he's cheap)

Once he was finished, Noah had earned seven dollars. In the land of a 9 year old, or at least my 9 year old, that is BIG money!

So, after we left my grandmother's house we head to Books-A-Million. I
had promised the boys a trip and a book…hindsight being 20 / 20 I
should have planned to pick one up
for myself, no doubt a self-help book probably titled...'Perfecting a poker face for parents.'

So, after we
roamed the store a jillion times, Noah has finally made a decision and picked out his books. Kipper
chose his within the first five minutes of getting there, typical Kipper
fashion.

Anyhow, Kipper spies TWO books to his ONE nestled

in the
crook of Noah's arm and says, “Wait, why did he get two books?”

I tell him, “Well, Noah massaged shoulders at Little Maw Maw's and
earned extra money to pay for another book.”

Kipper stomps his foot at me as I am walking towards the checkout and says…(or SCREAMS which is how I remember it), “You didn't tell me I could rub people's FEET!”